You’re shooting at the wrong target, sparky. I’m not any happier than you are about the goofy standards for DUI in many states. But I can assure you, when my brother came inches from pulping his brain on a telephone pole, he was DRUNK. When the people my Dad and my uncle and their cop friends had to clean up off the highway had their accidents, either they or the person who hit them was quite DRUNK.
Go find some Nanny-Stater to educate. You’re barking up the wrong tree.
No further explanation needed.
Nobody likes to be plowed into by a jackass with an alcohol to blood content of .4 (not BAC but ABC). But the MADD social engineers take it way too far and have an agenda.
I got hit by a drunk driver myself. It was August 2, 1990, I remember the date because it was the same day that Saddam invaded Kuwait.
I was driving back from summer classes in my extended senior year of college (failed Econometrics and had to retake it, seemed that my computer model showing a GDP of 0 by 2008 was laughed at, but who is laughing now, but I digress) in my dad’s GM made Cadillac land yacht on the NJ Turnpike. I’m in the right lane minding my own business when out of nowhere I get sideswiped.
The guy doesn’t stop, he keeps going. I see him throw an entire case of beer out the window. My car is crippled and I drove 3 miles on the shoulder trying to catch up to him. Found him pulled over and thankfully there was a good samaritan who was a witness who flagged him down for the cops.
He was arrested. Turned out he was an off duty corrections officer. The “funny” thing was the statement he gave to the cops. I’ll never forget it. Quote “Me and my girlfriend were jerking around, she tried to grab the wheel from me and I tried to grab it back, and we swerved and hit the other car.”